Public Warlord Unbound

[Ardana Vorco]

Warden, Magnarra and Marauder of the Scar Hounds Tribe

Information

Objective: Find her way to Tommy
Location: Prison Facility, Kolene, Corellian System
Equipment: 2x Geysa Hybrid Pistol | Assault Rifle | Armour and weapon (weapon is lightsaber resistant) || OPBC-01m
Tags: Thomas Barran [direct tag] || Kaleb Sunwalker | Onrai | Moff Evner Braxiatel | Dracken Pryce | Kazimir Tragovic | Marlon Sularen | Sid Berik | Kuff Tolt | Open

"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Spindly is not yet any the wiser for the answer she got from her husband. For her, this power, this strength that he now possessed, was truly frightening. And the way he talked about it, she couldn't think of much else. In matters of the Force, she was not even in her right mind; never had been, even before Maw. Therefore, she could offer no rational explanation. Perhaps that is why her religiosity was not very good, because in religion and faith it is easy to see miracles and what one wants. So, she could easily explain it away by saying, in fact, she didn't really have a better idea.

"What if this is a gift from the Avatars? If they give you this power?" she asked him.

Ardana knew that her husband was supposed to be Mother Rebirth's chosen one and her champion. Why couldn't his power come from the Dark Three? After all, the High Priestess always says that her power comes from the Dark Three. It may be that she has been to such heights in the supernatural, or rather spiritualism, that she has nothing to add to it. She thought that her husband should talk to the Reverend Mother about this. After all, the demonic-looking woman had been the priestess of the Scar Hounds Tribe for a long, long time and was now supposed to be the leader of the entire religion.

"I think you should talk to Y'sanne about that, my love." she suggested to him.

But the most absurd thing about the whole thing was the last thing he said. Her body language showed surprise and doubt. Spindly didn't think she could be as special as her husband, or Mongrel before him. She didn't really know if she wanted that kind of power or not, because it was pretty scary to her. However, one thing she did know was that she didn't want to stay in this place much longer. Despite all this doubt and so on, she smiled softly under her helmet.

"Of the two of us, you are in the grace of the Avatars, not me. Unless some miracle happens, I don't think I can learn. But we'll continue the theological discussion later. Time to get out of here, back to the Ark." she told him.

 

[Thomas Barran]

11th Post

-THE COREWARD CHRONICLES-

THE_BLOODHOUND
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH
HEATHEN SAINT OF ROGUES AND OUTLAWS
GREAT KHAN OF THE MAWSWORN TRIBES

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Ardana Vorco

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR VIII: WHERE CHAINS BIND AGAIN - PART 11

GUARD COMPOUND,
KOLENE, CORELLIAN SYSTEM (902 ABY)

Bless 'er heart....
When she learns it was latent in 'er soul afore it was in mine,

The Love of my life will become a true force t'be reckoned with.
​

Taking Ardana's suggestion to move, Thomas kissed his consort on the head, looked deep into her golden eyes and whispered,'Lead the way, darling. The gateway to the landing-paddocks appears to have been breached already.', with the happiest of smiles on his face as he pointed out the conventional detonations breach in the compound's north gate. Not only that, but in looking beyond the breach itself, they could see Doomsayers landing fresh Marauders just beyond it, preparing for the last stretch of rock between the jail and it's own Spaceport hangars. That one entrypoint that remained to the Forgotten Sons' reinforcements, likely still inbound somewhere beyond the rock's atmospheric sphere, and it was lying wide open for the Mawsworn and the Uprising alike, ready to set their battleline for the last, most-epic class of all.

The last phase of the Bloodhound's gory escape-plan, the last hurdle that lay between Thomas and liberty.

'As I have dreamed for months before this night.... We can finally go home together.'

Urges to fly such as these were a rare thing among civilised peoples, but not for Marauders like the Bloodhound and his beloved consort, for instinct would send them sprinting off the line, careening through the gap to find the gathered mob already facing northward with weapons shouldered. All just in the nick of time as well, for the slavers' reinforcements were within sight by then, releasing scores upon scores of loaded dropships just for those who remained to face them, though Thomas could already tell that the odds were still in his favour. It was no secret that just one Marauder was worth at least ten Core-Worlders, and on a level playing-field, it was always pointless throwing endless waves of conventional elements against the archetypal brick-walls of the Galaxy, not that it ever stopped their foes from trying their luck.

So with just one sweeping glance from left to right, the augmentation of devoted Mawsworn gave the Great Khan more than enough reason to chuckle with absolute confidence, knowing it would bolster the strength of a furious prison-uprising. Adding a shield of strength to uphold the power wielded by manifest retribution, and with the right blend of feral and trained in perfect combination, the outnumbered could pity their opposition more easily. Augmented further by the fact the rescue-party's support units had been distributing weapons blunt and sharp alike, along with multiple spare firearms of varying quality, (complete with power-packs and slug-mags for every gun the Marauders shared) making the unruly all the more resolute a challenge for the Forgotten Sons' reinforcements in the last clash.

The time for action was nigh upon them, exiting their off-ramp positions and running full-tilt right at the uprising - granting more than enough precedence for a pre-battle speech.

'Congratulations for making it this far, my dear warriors! Congratulations for finding it in your hearts to fight for freedom, for all who fell under the yolk of Core-Worlder scum along the way! YOU ARE ALL, EACH AND EVERY ONE O' YOU - BRAVES OF THE BLOODHOUND!!!! YOU ARE ALL, AN' TO THE VERY LAST BEATING HEART AMONG YOU - WARRIORS TO THE VERY DEEPS O' YER SOULS!!!! CHAMPIONS OF THE MAW!!!!'

It was then that one of Vorco's highest-ranked subordinates stepped forth, marching out in slow, steady cadence as the angry mob jeered, whistled and howled with excitement, presenting Barran with his infamous Golden Skull mask before kneeling with head bowed in reverence. Holding form for more than a few respectful moments before rising to present the doubly-infamous sword of the Bloodhound's predecessor, the Promise would be taken with a deep, head-tilted nod of appreciation in response, followed by an audibly-declared,'Witnessed and recognised! Good work, my young friend.', before turning his once more to the newly-masked gaze toward the cheering Mawsworn/Prisoner contingent.

'FOR ALL YOU'RE WORTH, FIGHT YOUR WAY TO THE HANGARS - ADVAAAAAAAAAAAAANCE!!!!'